I am the words never spoken
The start of a heart that's broken
I am the key to things unseen Destruction is the only thing I bring
I am a choice that must be hidden
Then follows guilt that's never ridden
I am the mistakes where shadows abide
The deeds done in darkness hide
I am the silent tears shed
I am like the story never read
I am like a beast in the night
But also like a fragile bird in flight
I am the ambassador for the guilty
A king with fearful subjects many
I am the thoughts before one's sleep
I am the jailer of Honesty keeps
I am the things done in locked rooms
I am the silent ghost of your doom
I am everywhere without end
I even have the face of a friend
You may hope to keep me well
But no one has, and time will tell
Of the secret things you do
Beware! for I am haunting you
YOU ARE READING
Through Eyes Of Passion
PoetryI have always been in love with poetry, but never thought that I was any good at it. It was actually my sister who convinced me to publish my works, and so you have her to thank if you like them. If you don't I won't be mad, I would probably agree w...
